Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His

A Lean Compromise Is Better Than A Fat Lawsuit.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

Hee Pays Too Deare For Honey That Licks It From Thornes.